The waves of time wash away every sign and name
The keepsake blooms in the messy room of the heart;
Rumi's poetry and ghazals in rain ignite the flame,
The waves of time wash away every sign and name
Memories are hazy; the telepathy remains the same.
The way twin flames communicate is a mystic art
The waves of time wash away every sign and name
The keepsake blooms in the messy room of the heart.
© Purba Chakraborty
12.04.2018
Note: This is a triolet. It is a French poetry form, dating back to the 13th century. A triolet is a poetry form that consists of 8 lines. Within a triolet, the 1st, 4th and 7th lines repeat and the 2nd and 8th lines repeat as well. The rhyme sequence of a triolet is: ABaAabAB (capital letters represent the repeated lines).
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteA style I have used myself on occasion; not quite as effectively as yourself, though - this is lovely. YAM xx
Sooooo - gorgeous. What an absolutely lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Mine is a also a 'Messy room the heart. ' Will revisit when I am in a nostalgic mood. Great writing.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Purba. Rumi's poetry also ignites my flame.
ReplyDeleteYou captured the essence of time in the triolet beautifully dear 😊
ReplyDeleteThis rings so true!! Loved this beautiful expression, Purba!
ReplyDeleteThe way you describe the beauty is so lovely. Splendid poem
ReplyDeleteTrue..the heart is indeed a messy room! A short and lovely poem Purba.
ReplyDeleteLoved it. I like to read Rumi too. love these lines "Memories are hazy; the telepathy remains the same.
ReplyDeleteThe way twin flames communicate is a mystic art"
Beautiful triolet. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done. This is so lovely Purba!
ReplyDeleteI liked the feel of this form of poetry and you have done justice :) ps, I'm a sucker for rhymes, whatever may be the rhyme scheme!
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